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Sep 2018
III
i was nervous
and my hands were turning cold,
thunder and lightening striking bold
you were waiting for me outside
while i'm stuck with a hold,
you were dripping wet
i wanted to bring you under my fold,
that's when i saw the love of my life,
outside my home,
wet and cold.
16.8.2018
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       AnnaBell Osipchuk, Carrie Crusoe and Kalon
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